Beautiful Grotesque

"Wow, that is the best hit I've ev......."

"Quit fucking around."
"Are you okay?"
"No seriously, get the fuck up!"

He watched her intently, not knowing what to do; she wasn't breathing, foam spewing from her mouth. He didn't even know her name. He didn't know any of their names, not since Alice. What did he need names for? They just had to be pretty and curvy, intelligence didn't matter; and the last thing he wanted was an emotional connection.

"Wake up sleepy head. It's time to go."
"I love Saturdays with you, I wouldn't want anything else."
"Where are we going today?"
"Now that's a secret mommy."
"Well maybe you just want to stay in today."
"Hmmm, that sounds enticing; me, alone and naked all day with the sweetest, sexiest woman on the planet."
"But I've been planning this for so long, we gotta go mommy."

"What the fuck are you doing Mick? Daydreaming with a dead hooker in your room. Not sensible, leave the past in the past." Hooker? He really hated that term. Why would he use it if he hated it so badly? "They're humans too, don't be so damned disrespectful."
"Why are you thinking of Alice now?" Leave the past where it belongs Mick; "Leave me where I belong Mickey."

He began looking at her again. She looked strung out but still so beautiful, not beautiful, Alice was beautiful; she looked hot, sexy, still kind of fuckable.
"But she's dead you sick fuck." He had heard of people fucking dead bodies, he heard it was amazing.
"Mickey, what the fuck? You're high, get a hold of yourself." He couldn't stop thinking about being inside her. She was THE BEST fuck he has had since... since her, why couldn't he say her name; "What's wrong baby? Say my name." "Alice", she had been the best at everything. But why couldn't he get this one off his mind? Those curves were something else.
It was more than that though; he usually only spent a night with them, two tops. Not her though, he had spent the last week with her. He'd told her things he didn't share. What happened to no emotional connection? Fuck! He really needed to take better care of his rules. Why the fuck did he give her so many drugs? "It's not like I forced them down her throat." A whole week staring into her eyes, she had gorgeous eyes. "She does have gorgeous eyes." "Please get out of my head baby. Not the time, definitely not the time."
"She does have gorgeous eyes; and lips, full soft lips." He had been staring at those gorgeous eyes and those voluptuous lips for a week.
He really wanted to fuck her. Besides, who was going to know? "I will know Mickey." "Not now baby, please!"

"Okay, close your eyes, you're going to love this."
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"No, not yet, just a few more steps"
"okay, now."
"Oh baby, it is beautiful! But how did we afford this?"
"I've got a new job mommy, no more tiny apartment."

She didn't believe for one second he got a promotion at the firm. I mean, yeah, she believed in him, she believed he was one of the smartest people she knew but Alice did not believe Mickey was making that kind of money at the firm. Getting involved with those people was the worst decision he ever made. Well, perhaps buying enough drugs for this one to overdose was the worse decision; no, getting involved with people who killed the love of his life was definitely the worse decision. After all, he hadn't stuck his cock in her dead body, yet.

She used to tell him he had a gorgeous cock, a perfect cock. "It fit so well inside me baby." "I know, ain't it something?" "Fuck her with that perfect cock baby, fuck her like you used to fuck me."

He'd been staring into those gorgeous eyes, kissing those beautiful lips, and navigating those perfect curves all week. He really wished he knew her name. But all week he's been calling her Mercedes; and she's been calling him Daddy.

"Who's your daddy you fucking whore?"